I just woke up in a fit of sneezing, coughing, and desperately needing to pee, so I figured I’d check email and read the entire internet before going back to bed. I looked over at the couch, because The Boy sleeps there sometimes, and noticed the tree right outside the window? THE LEAVES ARE YELLOW. I’m pretty sure they were still green yesterday. Which means that fall decided to show up OVERNIGHT.
I should have seen the indicators earlier, though:
The finally turned the air off at work. It just took gathering space heaters and everyone wearing multiple layers for about a week for the HVAC guys to finally get there.
The 3 Day has come and gone. I still need to write about it, but it’s more than just writing about it. I wish you all would participate in some manner so you can feel how ridiculously awesome it is to do it.
I’m chewing my fingernails off while watching baseball. I hate the Twins sometimes for not thinking about the postseason until, oh, two weeks before the season’s due to end. It makes things a little stressful from this end.
I’m starting to make holiday vacation travel plans. I’m a little nervous that I won’t get the days I want off around the holidays, but I’m hoping nobody else needs to travel for Thanksgiving or Christmas…
I like fall. I’m just not okay with how quickly this year seems to be moving.
Last year, I sent out Christmas cards with lovely (and overly nerdy) pictures of Riley and I to everyone I knew. It wasn’t until I saw it hanging in the vet’s office that I realized how entirely dorky it was. Is it going to stop me from doing it again this year? Doubtful. Although I might make some improvements. I’m thinking Corporate Christmas Cards. There’s enough activity in my apartment that I think it can clearly qualify as a corporation.
You know which one I kind of want to send? This one:
Because how funny would that be to people I haven’t talked to in a while? Or even the people I sent a Christmas card to last year? I mean, one year, it’s Riley and I in a nice fall photo shoot. And the next year, it’s a picture of my two boys, Zack Morris and A.C. Slater, dressed in matching sweater vests. It’s only be worth it if I could see the expression on peoples’ faces when they opened it, of course.
The thing that’s particulary awesome about Gallery Collection (which is where I stole the above picture from)? They donate holiday cards to the Texas Children’s Hospital. They’re planning on including a card on each person’s meal tray over the holiday season. I can’t imagine being stuck in a hospital when everyone else in the world is off celebrating happy times. I can definitely see how it would be a huge boost to someone’s day.
Plus, when you send corporate Christmas cards, I’m sure it totally has an impact on a company’s bottom line. Or something.
The General has choir practice on Wednesday nights, which also happen to coincide with the same night we get The Boy for our half of the week. This means Wednesday nights are Single Parent Nights for me. Last week, we went to Ax Man to get supplies for The 3 Day, which included a red beret for him. And tonight? He’s been grounded for a month from all video games for a situation which I won’t mention, because it might be embarassing or something? I don’t know; this is why I’m not a parent. Except for three hours on Wednesdays.
I was late getting home from work, because I had to take care of some situations. One that involved me yelling “FUCK” at a colleague, because I completely lost my temper. Oops.
Anyway, now I don’t know what to do with him. I’ve asked Twitter, and they’ve suggested things like “teach him hold ‘em”, “take him to Wisconsin and buy him a beer”, or the all-important “make him watch the Twins game”. But I’ve decided to make him walk to the gas station and buy milk, so we can have macaroni and cheese with our dinner that also consists of frozen chicken kiev and tator tots.
But I guess since it’s dark, I should probably walk with him. And, you know, be an adult.
The 3 Day was this weekend and it was fantastic, but when is it not, really? We saw it from a different angle, which I fully intend on talking about in great detail sometime in the near future, complete with a lot of photos and stories. (Just as soon as I get rid of this sinus infection and ear tubes that are sucked closed.)
In the meantime, however, I’ve decided that next year, we need some custom t-shirts (if you enter TShirts25 as a promo code at that site, you get 25% off your order). We usually do some sort of team t-shirts, but if we had custom ones that could say whatever it was we wanted them to say? Quite possibly even better. I’m also very excited to order those custom t-shirts at the same place online where I can order custom car magnets and other various things that you need when involved with a charity that talks a lot about lady parts.
Jenni and I had a lot of time to talk over the weekend (we drove for 12 hours straight) and we talked about most definitely getting Team Boobylicious back on the saddle with another huge team and another huge year of fundraising. I’m excited about it already. And it’s only 11 months away!
I had my 90 day review last Monday. My 90 Day Anniversary was actually July 30th, so we were running a tad behind before I sat down with the President (I don’t have a direct supervisor anymore) and chatted about my time there. It lasted close to two hours, but when talking with the President, time seems to really sail by without even noticing you’ve been in there for all that long. I think that’s good.
Without trying to sound a tad too egotistical (but I will anyway), I’m really good at my job. April 30 was the first day I’d ever had any type of experience in this position and it’s the most natural fit of any position I’ve ever had in my life. (Work related, of course.) I was hired on without a college degree and without a single day of experience in the field, but I feel like I’ve proven myself and continue proving myself.
I got a print out from the President of my strengths and “areas of improvement”, which I’ll share, because I’m proud of them and they only do so much good hanging from the refridgerator by four Vegas poker chips I turned into magnets:
1. Natural leadership qualities
3. Retention and recall
4. Customer service skills; relationships
5. Willingness to jump in and learn new things
Areas for Improvement
1. Urgency and prioritization
2. Assessing candidates (finding the detail)
4. Using your leadership to take the group in a positive direction/promote urgency
At one point, the President mentioned coming down too hard on me for someone that had only been there 4 months or so, but it wasn’t like any of it was bad at all. I just think it was a way of saying I’m being held to higher expectations, and in this instance, I appreciate it.
There’s not much else to say except I love my job so much, dudes. If there was ever a natural fit for me in a position, this would be it and I only wish I didn’t have to wait until I was 30 to find it!
Sometimes, just out of morbid curiosity, I feel the need to see how many dirty sex offenders are in my general vicinity, and then I usually follow that up with a search to locate Missouri Sex Offenders in my old zip code, just to see if anyone I went to high school with is a registered sex offender. And you know what? There sure enough was. We used to work together at Taco Bell and we called him Powerball all the time. Powerball had some grownup relations with a 13 year old when he was 21. Now his photo’s plastered all over any website you can find that shows you pictures of these a-holes.
The 2008 3 Day is this coming weekend – it begins on Friday, nice and bright and early, and ends Sunday afternoon. That means there will be thousands upon thousands (or maybe just hundreds upon hundreds) of people walking 60 miles throughout the Twin Cities on those days. If you see them, honk and wave and tell them they’re doing an awesome job.
Instead of watching blisters pop open in my socks and developing sunburns that I cannot explain, I (along with Jenni, of course) will be in charge of chauffeuring around the walkers that need a quick ride. We’ve been put in charge of a 15-passenger that will be driving through the streets – honking, waving, cheering, and asking everyone to show us their boobs just so we can throw them some strands of beads. (Seriously – Jenni ordered a ton of beads we have to get rid of!)
I didn’t send out emails or letters this year begging for donations, so just consider it my off-year. I can’t make any promises about next year, though! However, if you want to donate, I won’t tell you not to. Here’s the link where you can throw a few bucks our way. Same story for the past three years – every dollar you can donate gets us one dollar closer to finding a cure for breast cancer.
You know the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard in my life?
“Aren’t you Wendy from the Internet?” says The General to me in a bar one night some time ago. (True story.)
I like to say it was all because of my fantastic Victory Hair that night, mainly because I was rocking the full faux hawk and clearly had the best hair in the bar. Yes, we met in a bar. Sort of. It’s complicated.
And speaking of horrible flirting and fantastic hair, I’m kind of oddly and disgustingly addicted to Extreme Style by VO5‘s Ultimate Flirting Championship. If I’m off the market at the bar (and very happy about that, I might add), I might as well get my pimp on here, right?
I don’t really know what I have going on during the week sometimes, but then it’s the weekend, I’m absolutely drained from the previous week and I have to look at my calendar just to figure out what the hell I’ve beend doing for the past five or six days. Take this past week for example:
Sunday: A trip to the dog park where I ran into an old co-worker from my last job, a trip to Target for groceries, and a trip to Wal-Mart for a food processor. Jumi had given us a couple of home grown zucchinis and The General wanted to make zucchini bread. Neither one of us had any desire to use a knife for that long.
Monday: Back to work (and my review – more later on that) and the realization that I don’t have bread pans. The result? Zucchini muffins.
Tuesday: I had a morning of really fantastic training at work with this guy, and then had to miss the afternoon session to go back to work since we only had people that had been there less than a month left in the office. After work, we hit the Lynx game courtesy of some tickets seven rows off the court that I landed off of Craigslist for $10/pop. We met up with Desi and her new ladyfriend and watched the Lynx win – both very good things.
Wednesday: The General had choir practice and we had The Kid, so it was time for my weekly Single Parent Night. This typically consists of my laying on the couch, The Kid watching videos on YouTube, and dinner appearing out of a box our courtesy of a delivery man. I made Hamburger Helper of the Taco variety, and The Kid suddenly wasn’t hungry when he saw the delicious corn chips and savory powder cheese sauce on top.
Thursday: I took Riley to the vet to check into some zit-looking things that appeared all over his body after a trip to a dog park/swamp. The poor dog had so much fun I thought he was going to explode, but I now know he’s not going back there anytime soon. The Kid had Open House at his school that evening, and he asked if I could go. So I did. It was pretty awesome and I like knowing his teachers (despite the fact that at least one was younger than me!) and how they approach different things.
Friday: Last home Lynx game of the season. Erica was the Lynx Fan of the Game, The General was upon the jumbotron for a trivia game in the 3rd quarter, and The Kid and I participated in a tricycle race around the court during the fourth quarter. We wound up with six shirts, including one autographed by Charde Houston that she threw out after the game. The Kid and I ran down to the bottom of the floor to try to catch one, and I ended up having to use my rusty impressive jumping skills to snag one out of the air. Probably gonna get drafted for the 2009 season now…
I'm Wendy. Hi there. I live in North Minneapolis and am originally from Missouri. By day, I work as a recruiter. At night, I hang out with my fiancé, our teenage son, a large boxer, a runt of a small dog and a surly tomcat that's currently sitting in the kitchen sink.